Archive for November, 2004

The Washington Post has dropped Ted Rall, following a letter-writing campaign from people offended by his cartoon of November 4. Pretty weak, given that Ted Rall tries hard to offend with every toon he makes. What did they expect when they picked him up?

To be fair, the Post rep quoted in that story made the point that it’s not just one toon, but a series of problems they’ve had with his work (though Rall himself seems to have been unaware of them). Further, the cartoon in question is a little different in focus. It’s one thing to depict George Bush torturing John McCain, because those two are grownups. But to show a hypothetical developmentally disabled kid drooling and shouting while being “mainstreamed” in a public school class is generally considered foul play. Such behavior exists, but it’s not universal, and the disabled kids can’t shoot back.

There are all kinds of holes in that system of ethics, but pointing them out tends to make one look like an asshole (and you can probably figure them out yourself). I’m just going to point out that I’m offended by Ted Rall on a regular basis, yet I’ve continued reading his comic ever since I started getting my comics from washingtonpost.com, because I enjoy being offended. It’s a good thing to read the words and look at the pictures of people with whom you disagree. It’s a bad thing to cut your newspaper’s conscience to fit any given pressure group’s view of fashion.

I’m not sure why I go to the Post anymore. This and the whole Beastie Boys issue a couple years back don’t really ring in their favor. I started reading because they had a good comics selection and kept reading on the theory that their journalism was sound, but such journalism doesn’t mean much when it’s supervised by editorial cowardice.

I guess I should start shopping around for a different place to read For Better or For Worse.

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Too bad it’s called the law of unintended consequences, and not (as I thought just now) the law of unexpected consequences. Otherwise I could move this whole idea out of the category of consequences just by expecting it! I would be good at that! But I can’t.

The FDA has recommended installing RFID tags on retail packages of drugs. This in itself is not a bad thing; it is intended to help prevent drug counterfeiting, and might even work, to some degree. What’s bad is that, quote,

“…a workgroup has been set up with a view to extending the technology to help manufacturers to conduct recalls or the FDA to investigate stolen stock.”

In other words, it is likely that in the near future, individual bottles of drugs will surreptitiously begin carrying RFID tags. This will have bad and (probably) unintended consequences.

You probably already know what RFID tags are: the strange little circuit-looking stickers you find sometimes in the middle of books you buy, or on the boxes for electronic equipment. They’re like bar codes, but they can carry more information, can be both read and (potentially) written to, and–most importantly–don’t require a line of sight. They respond to broadcasts on certain radio frequencies: thus RFID, Radio Frequency IDentification.

These attributes have made them very useful in tracking retail inventory, and they are commonly used on pallets in warehouses right now. They’re also the reason your librarian or Best Buy cashier rubs the things you get against that little pad, to make sure you don’t set off the beepers when you leave. That pad is writing a new bit to the RFID tag, saying “it’s okay for me to leave.”

Fine, good, it’s nice that companies can more easily figure out what is on a pallet and make sure you don’t steal their books. Once you get it out of the store, you can remove the tag, or you can leave it alone if you’re not worried about people knowing you read Star Trek novelizations.

But when we start tracking individual bottles of prescription drugs with RFID tags, things become different. You have a right to privacy with respect to the drugs you take. They’re a private matter that can seriously affect the way people see you. Nobody else should know what you’re taking except you, your doctor, your pharmacist and the people you trust.

Of course, as the article I linked points out, RFID readers are not something people carry around. They’re large and conspicuous, and they cost thousands of dollars! It’s not like somebody’s going to walk around on the street scanning the drugs in people’s backpacks and purses.

Not yet, no. But there are already lots of RFID readers in use. There’s one at your Kroger. There’s one at your Barnes & Noble, your Blockbuster and your Staples. There’s one at your library. They’re set up to read their own proprietary information, but they’re perfectly capable of reading any RFID tag that passes through them.

Do you want your potential employers at JCPenney to notice that you have a heart condition, and quietly choose somebody “less risky” for the job? Do you want the staff at Waldenbooks to remember you as “Mister Male Problems?” Do you want anyone to know you’re on Valtrex? What about Fuzeon?

You can leave the drugs at home, of course, but people with epilepsy or severe allergies (to name just two) don’t have that option. You can put them in a different container, which is against the law. You can remove or destroy the RFID tag, and walk into an airport, and have your bags examined, and what’s this? This bottle doesn’t have a tag! Why, it must be counterfeit!

The third option is to trust people with access to information about your purchase habits, your credit card numbers and your prescription drug information not to start putting it together. I don’t even take any drugs, and I’m not interested in that.

I wonder what the EFF will have to say about this.

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Tuna Casserole

Ingredients: 1 large casserole dish

Place the casserole dish in a cold oven. Place a chair facing the oven and sit in it forever. Think about how hungry you are. When night falls, do not turn on the light.”

Jean-Paul Sartre attempts to write a cookbook. Found via the Interconnected mini-links, which is great in direct proportion to your dorkiness. I think it’s awesome.

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Also I’m glad Lisa is writing again

Why, I do believe I have inspired a NewsBruiser install! Hooray! Now the scary girl won’t come out of the TV and melt my face.

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You know, Java is great until you have to design a user interface with it. Then again, I could say that about pretty much any language that isn’t PHP (which just delegates UI to HTML).

I plan on never designing a non-HTML UI, so it’s a good thing I know a fancy boy UI programmer already. I assume he works for pudding.

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Okay, I have to concede that even if I don’t know what it means, “winglike alary processes” is a beautiful set of words. Winglike alary processes. It’s not a band name… maybe it’s a song name. It’s better than that, though. Accidental poetry.

Winglike alary processes.

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The problem with doing research on any old thing that pops into your head, which I do, it’s neat, thanks to Google, is that you end up with sentences of which you understand maybe two words. To wit:

“Like myobatrachines, sooglossids have a ventrally incomplete cricoid ring, horizontal pupils, winglike alary processes on the hyoid, and a divided sphenethmoid. Amplexus is inguinal.”

From a page about Seychelle frogs. I mean, I understand “horizontal pupils” but that’s about it. As has been the case ever since I read Wuthering Heights, in high school and at gunpoint, I have this dark suspicion that the narrator is unreliable–that, in this case, the author of that page is just making up words to fuck with me (Kris Straub has actually done this). I mean, “sphenethmoid?”

Now somebody comment on my Livejournal feed explaining what that is, and how I’m dumb.

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Requisite Boring Domestic Post

There’s this black stuff on a good long strip of the caulk around my tub, where it meets the tile walls. It is considerably stronger and smarter than me, and it never goes away. The last time it got this bad, I had to call building maintenance to have them strip up the caulk and put down new stuff; it was clean for a couple weeks, and then the black stuff started growing back.

This time, not wanting to be the guy who calls maintenance for every little problem, I took Maria’s offer of assistance and tried other solutions. We bought big strong scrub brushes. We used new and stronger kinds of tub cleaner. We tried a bleach-water solution. As a penultimate resort, we bought an evil yellow jug of ammonia, the only stuff that is guaranteed by science to kill mold and mildew.

Earlier today, I filled the tub with four gallons of hot water and two cups of pure toxic irritant and attacked it for an hour. I got almost all the tub and tile bright and clean, but the black stuff, untouched, just laughed at me with its thousands of tiny mouths.

I called maintenance. Everything tastes like ammonia now.

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Oh, sure, Cody Powell may have a cool devlog and I don’t, but I know what it’s like to double-wield Covenant plasma rifles. Does he? Well, probably by later today he will. I’ve got nothing! My life is ruined!

What’s it’s like, incidentally, is that somebody thought up a way to make Covenant weapons useful.

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As of today, there are 6.3 billion people on the planet. As of today, there are 8 billion pages in Google’s index. Draw your own silly, irrelevant conclusions!

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